Mum of two can't cuddle her children without fear of collapse and paralysis
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A devoted mum is terrified that she may have passed a rare condition which sees her COLLAPSE if she LAUGHS or is made to feel emotional by her little boys.
Kelly Timson, 25, has cataplexy, an extremely rare neurological condition which causes her body to go into paralysis if she is amused, angry, surprised or even feeling strong emotions like love.
Even looking fondly at her two little boys, Charlie, five, and Ronnie, two, can leave her unable to move or speak.
The young mum can have up to 20 attacks a day, and is unable to be left alone in case of a collapse. Her mum or brother stay with her at all times to ensure she is safe, after once having almost suffocated after collapsing and landing face down on her sofa.
As well as cataplexy, Kelly also suffers from narcolepsy, which means she falls asleep without warning, no matter where she is or what she is doing - she can't even go out to dinner with her boyfriend in case she falls asleep at the table!
Kelly says: "I've lost count of the number of times I've fallen asleep face down in my dinner. It's so embarrassing. Once I had an attack of cataplexy in the supermarket and then another and another. I must have had about 20 in a row and I think people must have thought I was drugged or drunk. Every time I stood up, I collapsed again."
Kelly says that she can see and hear when she has an attack, but cannot move or communicate. The episodes can last just a few seconds, or go on for an hour, leaving her unable to tend to her children - something that leaves Kelly terrified of being alone.
"The worst times are when there is no one around," she says, "I might be lying on the floor, completely paralysed and the boys will be pulling all the food out of the cupboards and there's nothing I can do. That's why I don't like to be left alone with the boys in case anything happens to me or them."
Kelly's first episodes of narcolepsy happened when she was 16. She found herself falling asleep during the day even after a good night's sleep. It worsened over time and she was given medication. When she fell pregnant with Charlie at 19, she began to get symptoms of cataplexy, finding herself going limp when holding her baby, and fearful she would drop him.
"I would have to call to my mum to come quickly and grab Charlie off me in case I dropped him," she explains, "I would just be looking at him and thinking how much I loved him and then all of a sudden my arms would go floppy. I was really worried because I was terrified of hurting him."
Kelly was diagnosed with cataplexy in 2007. She is now terrified her son Ronnie might also have the condition, after he suffered a fit in a supermarket a fortnight ago. They are waiting for the results of tests.
Kelly says she would 'hate' for Ronnie to have it, as it 'affects every aspect' of her life', stopping her from doing things most people take for granted, or enjoying a social life:
"I'd love to be able to go for a drink and have a laugh with my friends," she says, "but I can't. As soon as someone cracked a joke I would be paralysed on my bar stool and it would be mortifying.
"I'm trying some new medication at the moment and I'm waiting to see how that goes.
"With any luck it will help my condition and I might even be able to go to a comedy club someday!"
Poor woman! Imagine not being able to enjoy a giggle and cuddle with your babies!
My darling toddler, thank you for...
- ...saving me pennies on the phone bill<p> Just imagine how many calls I might have made by now if the phone was EVER where it should be on its cradle! The telepathy thing isn't coming on that brilliantly, though, if I'm honest. Daddy never seems to receive the message 'bring more wine'.</p>

- ...decorating the house<p> You’re right. We really were very unimaginative when we painted it in shades of off white, hoping to achieve stylish spaces that exuded light and airiness. That big smear of chocolate you made by wiping your cheek on the wall in the living room actually matches the cushions! And should I ever enter the house and forget where the kitchen is, the line you drew with non-washable felt-tip the entire length of the wall in the hall will show me the way.</p>

- ...boosting the local economy...<p> ...by, for example, providing work for the exterminators, who come to catch the mice, who come to eat the food that you somehow manage to deposit, in minute amounts, all over the house in places that should be impossible to get to.</p>

- ...the interesting beauty regimes<p> I do remember reading that avocado is excellent for one's skin – although I’m not sure about your particular method of mixing it with snot, and transferring it from your face to mine with that expert lunge/sweep manoeuvre. Especially when I already have my make-up on.</p>

- ...for helping me make new friends...<p> ...such as the woman who answers calls for the emergency services.</p>

- ...all the long weekends...<p> ...which are always extended by several hours, what with your fascinating ability to wake up at 5am every Saturday and Sunday (or sometimes, amazingly enough, even earlier if it’s one of those rare occasions that I went out the night before).</p>

- …filling the silences in the house...<p> ...with giggles, farts, excruciatingly high-pitched screams, the brain-numbing babble of battery toys and – rather brilliantly, even when you are sleeping soundly in your bed – a deafening roar when we turn on the stereo, which you have invariably switched on to maximum volume.</p>

- ...not to mention the silences everywhere else...<p> ...like in the library, for example, when we returned your story books and you were sad to see them go. I'm not sure, when the sweet librarian suggested you could take home a different Peppa Pig book, it was an entirely appropriate response to turn purple, scream bloody murder and repeatedly try to bite her. But still, she didn't call the police or anything.</p>

- ...making my heart swell...<p> ...not only with the love I have for you, but also with adrenaline – when I catch you on the third 'rung' of the bookshelf, because you have realised there's a valuable vase up at the top (possibly the only thing in the room you haven't yet licked).</p>

- ... teaching me the true value of money<p> I thought, what with frivolous purchases of Jimmy Choos and luxurious make-up having been replaced by cautious purchases of Start-Rites and Johnsons wipes, I had learned to appreciate it. But what really clinched it for me, I think, was looking up just as you posted that £20 note through the minuscule gap between the wall and the fireplace.</p>

- ...helping me garden<p> I understand that waiting for those tomatoes to turn red is just too much for you. Never mind. After months of tending those plants (which I grew from seed by the way, do you remember?), rather than plucking ripe juicy tomatoes for glorious summer salads, I will just look up recipes for green tomato chutneys which will take up space in the cupboard for all eternity – or until we move house.</p>

- ...being so honest<p> Like when you pointed at my thighs, laughing, and said: 'jelly!' it was a turning point for me. Really.</p>

- ...being right next to me when I woke up this morning<p> The fact that you prised open my sleepy eyelid, and then tried to lick my eyeball, is by the by. Even if not quite THAT close up, just like every other morning of my life, you were still the very first thing I wanted to see.</p>





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